Keiran C. Bredrium

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(Keiran Cythnar Bredrium)

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" Pssh. Hasn't your mother taught you never to hit a woman? "

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FULL NAME: Keiran Cythnar Bredrium
NICKNAMES: 'Mochi'
GENDER: Female
AGE: 75, appears in early twenties- twenty-one, perhaps?
SEXUALITY: Asexual
AFFILIATION: Villain
CLASS: Warrior
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
HOME WORLD: Ivalice
FACE CLAIM: Viera from Final Fantasy Tactics

"If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition."

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LIKES: The forest, people petting her ears, deceiving people, finding an escape from her insecurities, whacking at people
DISLIKES: Her ears being tugged, someone successfully turning insults back on her, people who don't stroke her ego at least once per meeting, being alone, anything offending any of her heightened senses
STRENGTHS: Excellent senses- hearing, sight, and smell
WEAKNESSES: Foul stenches, loud noises, bright and/or flashing lights, indecisiveness, earth-related magic
WEAPON(s): She wields a crossbow with the most experience. She also has a large branch that's been stripped of its bark to reveal semi-sparkly, pale wood underneath that's great for bludgeoning the crap out of enemies

APPEARANCE:: You look over her, and one of two things will immediately catch your eye: the ears, or the feet. Maybe her hands, they're slightly unusual too, or the fact that she is quite obviously disproportionate.

It all comes with being a viera, and she honestly doesn't mind, and in fact takes pleasure in being different from others. About roughly six foot, she's on the taller side of the spectrum, blessed not only with height but with (somewhat) white hair. Then again, that's generally only to other viera, but hey, a blessing's a blessing, right? Her hair reaches down to about mid-thigh, separating into two distinct clumps that look slightly like that of a rabbit's ears. Near her face, the hair is shorter, framing her face delicately. In lieu of normal, human ears, large rabbit ears poke up at the top of her head, cream-coloured and thin, with two gold earrings in the right one. They're capable of a variety of movements, though they can't flop like it looks like they would. They're the prettiest of her unusual traits. Another odd trait is her eyes- they're red, almost like she's albino, but she's not.

Her hair and ears compliment her skin nicely, which is a light shade of brown, almost like, well, milk chocolate, though that description is irritating, to say the slightest. It's peppered with peach markings, generally on her limbs and the sides of her torso. None extend on her face or middle. They seem to serve only a decorative purpose, since she was born with them. She enjoys flaunting them, wearing clothes that barely cover her, such as a black thing that can only be described as a strip of cloth twisted around her chest and crossed on the shoulders. It serves its purpose, though, in preserving any amount of modesty she might have. It's unknown if the green kerchief tied around her lower face is for the same purpose, but seeing as it's semi-transparent, it's probably just to help filter out dust.
To match the top are gloves, the fingers having long been torn off, of a black satiny material that shifts to red, seemingly. Really, it's two red, small scarves tied around her wrists, trailing after her hands as intended. It accents both her disproportionately long arms- they reach almost to her knees- and her long, claw-like nails.

Now, down to her waist. While her chest may not be particularly wide, her hips are more so, and to accent that she wears what looks suspiciously like a green sheet tied around her waist in such a way that, in almost every situation, nothing is actually shown. It reaches down to mid-calf, a deep forest green that matches her natural habitat. It also helps reveal one of the ugly parts of being a viera, even one of the Veena subspecies- her feet. Like all of her kind, she wears high heels, metal ones perhaps four inches long, with actual stiletto knifes for the heels. The front are bared, revealing her toes. Her feet slowly turn black from the ankles to the toes, of which she has three. Each one is much like a scythe formed from hardened skin, which it is, essentially. Somehow, perhaps because she's adapted to it, she can move almost as easily with the heels on as without, except when climbing.

PERSONALITY: There are many shades of Keiran, perhaps the biggest one being the sensation that's she's dreaming. It's not that she goes out and says it, that she feels dreamlike, but rather the slow, lethargic way she moves at night, which is why you won't find her sniping you in the middle of the night- lucky you. If she's launched into a discussion at this time, you'll find out her personal views on life sooner or later- that everything's a dream and that they are in desperate need of awakening. Slightly nihilistic, but not entirely. She hopes to attain this goal of ridding everything of its dreams by tainting the worlds with darkness, though she believes it's for the Greater Good.

Another shade you'll see, right off the bat if you didn't meet her at night, is her brazenness. It's not always a good thing- she's been known to bite off more than she can chew, insulting the higher-ups in the lands she's frequented. Okay, maybe a good bit is rudeness, and the inability to keep her mouth shut. And the fact that she probably doesn't like you. However, it does lead her to take risks that others wouldn't even think of taking, like punching a tax collector, or someone who couldn't afford to pay their rent.

Keiran is also a tad bit a flirt. Not that she actually means what she's saying, or is even mildly interested- she figures that by stringing someone along, she can boost her contacts and keep herself out of trouble. She trusts her body to help, feeling her body to be the perfect example of a viera's beauty. Which leads to her next trait.

She cannot stand extremes. Yes, while her senses are dulling the longer she stays out of her birthplace, the forest, they're still almost as good as they were when she was born, which means that bright lights will cause her to freak out and be blinded for a few moments. Not that it's an advantage, though- she has great hearing, remember? Though a loud noise would disorient her more than anything. It would certainly serve to irritate her even more- which is why you go for the thing she has to be the most afraid of. The horrible stench. She is afraid of anything offending her admittedly delicate sense of smell, and as such, will end up being reduced to a quivering mess should such a thing come near her.

And now, perhaps her most defining trait- her neediness. Perhaps it's because she feels neglected as a child, but she has to be complimented, petted, cosseted, anything to make her feel like she's loved and in charge of herself. She needs to have her ego inflated, she needs to feel like she's actually worth something instead of nothing at all.

HISTORY: Keiran, like all viera it seems, was born into the forest, but not exactly of it- she was hardly there for more than a few months before the vigilance her mother crowed about night and day went lax for all of ten minutes, and she was crawling away as fast as her little arms could take her, not yet subdued like most viera became after being raised in the presence of the spirits that only they could hear.

So she crawled away, to go explore the world she was born into at such a young age. It was by pure luck that she wandered into the yard of an elderly woman who adored children, and seeing no mother in sight, the elderly lady took her in and raised her as her own, just barely inside of the forest. Keiran, or 'Mochi' as she was dubbed by the lady, lived a happy life, for the first eight at the very least- which was when her adoptive mother died from a heart attack while they were being robbed. The robbers, noting the silent, sullen girl clinging to the corpse, took her away, marking the first time she ever left the forest, and as such was no longer considered viera. Not that the other viera knew; she'd been missing for eight years, her mother figured she was dead.

She was raised in loud, obnoxious cities that made her scream out, and while she eventually grew accustomed to it, it doesn't mean she liked it- she was far more contrary when outside than when inside, which meant that when they tried to sell her to get some money, she completely threw a fit and made herself unmarketable. Such as by biting everyone that came within her reach, or clawing, or kicking. So the robbers were stuck with her, which was most likely not their intention. And it wasn't particularly happy, and she learned nothing but bad habits, but they raised her, growing irate when she didn't act her age- when she was ten, she acted like a three year old, which, for a viera, she technically was. But, after a bit, she matured, taking their values as her own.

Which led to her eventually usurping their when she was thirty (ten in appearance). Not that it was particularly hard, since they were a bit past their prime by that time, all it took was a stab in the back. And what, exactly, was she usurping? Their positions in a higher syndicate that really had no influence, but to the girl, it looked rather illustrious.

Not that Mochi, as she was still called, cared, so long as she was doing something with her life. She rose a little into the hierarchy, but not much- she didn't care for being in positions of power, it just made death a bit closer, and considering she fully expected to live for a century or two, she didn't really want to die quickly. Know what I mean? It was actually while pondering her existence that she had an epiphany of sorts- she was dreaming. There was no death, just awakening, and that the sooner you woke up the better. She'd just witnessed the slaughter of a group of people slandering her group- well, not slaughter, more like beheading of sorts. So yeah, that might explain it.

Around this time, she realized Mochi was not a particularly frightening name. Good for an alias, yes, but it was the name of a food, wasn't it? And food wasn't frightening. Left to her imagination, she devised the name she goes by today- Keiran Cythnar Bredrium. In an act of what she viewed as mercy, she happily set out on her journey to awaken the world from its dreamlike-state, stowing away to leave her world.

She had been out of her forest long enough that she could no longer hear the spirits.

You can come here and see me anytime.

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I'll always be right here.[/color]

hello, my name is Mothly and i am of the
female species. i am fourteen and i have seven
years experience and i found this site on Beneath the Blue, a Zelda role playing site.
you can contact me by [e-mail] or
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Light and Darkness are eternal.[/b]
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It wasn't that he hated the kid, it was that he had a reputation to follow- even if that reputation wasn't the greatest in the world. Cowardly, blustering idiot who had a bad temper, to boot. Which usually, as of late, manifested in swatting at the annoying yellow ball that had been left behind in favor of the slightly less annoying, red glowing ball. It had grown into a pastime of his, seeing if he couldn't catch the annoying fairy and shove her into a jar. Maybe then she would be useful, instead of reprimanding him every time he didn't seem to care for the well-being of the kid she was put in charge of.

"Linebeck! Oh my Goddesses, are you even listening?! He's been there for hours, go check up on him!"

Once again, the man growled, waving his hand irritably. "The dog can take care of himself, not like this hasn't happened before." Had it? He honestly couldn't remember, which upset him- memories lost were treasures in their own right, he'd heard. But you couldn't sell them... Which made them worthless to him, so he discarded the emotion abruptly, trying to ignore it.

The fairy, Ciela, shook her head, placing minuscule hands on her hips. "Usually he's only in there for a few minutes, maybe an hour at the most," she said chidingly, peering about anxiously. No green hat in sight, no wounded blonde child dripping blood everywhere, limping but still grinning in a way that kind of creeped her out. "And if he doesn't come back, who's going to lead you to the Ghost Ship? Who's going to defeat whatever's in there so you can get your treasure?" She prayed to whichever goddess was listening- be it Din, Farore, or Nayru- that that'd tempt him into going into the Temple of Ice; then again, the Yooks would probably eat him alive. Or the Like-Likes, if not the plain ones then the ones with Rupees hanging off them.

If that temple even had Like-Likes... Did they? She didn't know, she wasn't that important apparently.

Linebeck thought for a moment, running it through his head. If Link died, then that would hopefully get the fairy off his back... But that meant that the fabulous treasure wasn't going to be his- because he sure as hell wasn't braving whatever ghosts and goblins were in the Ghost Ship. If he died, then what use would treasure be? Which was why he was sending Link. It only took a few minutes for him to reach a decision, during which Ciela was most likely swearing under her breath. He nodded quickly, if not exactly eagerly, slapping his palm against the chain railing of the S.S. Linebeck, glaring.

"Fine, fine! I'll go see if he needs help!" he grumbled, stretching and shaking his head. Damn kid. He didn't hate the boy, just found it to be a mildly irksome experience; he honestly hoped that he didn't have children later.

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